Chains really didn't work for me.

Time Waits for No-one

She’s in her 50’s, maybe early 60’s. She and her husband adopted two children. She’s a grandmother of three.

And she’s not likely to make it through the night. A mysterious illness has eluded the efforts of many doctors. Her extended family – her church family – has been praying, providing care, hoping…but knowing that the passage from life to death, from death to life, does not always have a guaranteed timetable.

She’s in their late 20’s. Just got to the hospital late today in labor, with little one #3 hastening forth. From a blank slate 9+ months ago to a real, living, unique little person, perhaps before the night is over.

It’s time. The finish line of the gestation/creation, and the starting line of new life. The finish line of years of faithful service, and the passing from this life through the curtain of death, into everlasting life.

As the old Ambrosia song from the 70’s, Time Waits for No-one, puts it: “There’s time to conceive in and time to expire, but the time ‘twixt the two tells the tale that transpires.” If you’re reading this, you, like me, are in the time ‘twixt the two.